I took Dory's advice: I just kept swimming. And now I'm feeling a lot better. I still have my weird rash that in some ways has gotten worse (covering more of my body, itching) but in some ways has gotten better (smaller, lighter bumps).
It kind of makes me sad that I seriously can't handle even our family being sick without me wanting to just throw my hands up to the heavens and say "I quit!" and just drive away and hide for a few days. It makes me wonder what I'll do if/when an actual trial lands at my feet. *sigh*
I've realized, though, that sometimes when you're swimming, you're moving forward, getting places, doing things, and being all Michael Phelps-y (in a non-drug way). Sometimes, you're just treading water, and your muscles are achy and burning, and it's all you can do to keep your head above the water. Other times, you just have to lie back and float for a minute and relax. There are times the water is shallow and you just cautiously wade in, and still other times when you have to jump in the deep end and hope for the best. I think this was one of the tread the water times for me.
So, I kept swimming. And I caught up on laundry (which means I'll have to do more tomorrow, but that's reality), and my kitchen floor got mopped, and my downstairs got dusted and vacuumed. I also went shopping (Pete: "Um, hon, will you return the movies to Hastings? And, take your time. Please." (Meaning: you're being crazy, and you need to get out of the house)). I got some new shorts and a couple of T-shirts, and a new artsy thingy to hang on my kitchen wall. It's weird that shopping made me feel better, because normally I hate to shop. But I think just getting out of the house, being by myself, getting away from the same old, was what did it for me.
But at the end of the day, just keep swimming, just keep swimming...